December 2009
maybe i am the goosebumps that make your hair...
In the world I see - you are stalking elk through...
go go go n_n →
Asylums with doors open wide Where people could pay to see inside For entertainment they watch his body twist Behind his eyes he says: I still exist
My head is pounding and I've been shaking non-stop...
I wish you were here, you have these amazing...
No one can shatter me like my own parents. I’m a shitty daughter apparently and it’s my fault I’m depressed. Blood is soaking through my teeth and my sleeves and my pant leg. No one makes me feel as useless as he can in 5 fucking words. I want to fucking die.
haven't i been here a million times before? why....
I can’t fucking get enough of you. Come back. This isn’t home without you.